Harem app

Third person POV

Karen walked through the crowded hallway, her heels clicking against the polished floor with the same confidence that had once made everyone’s heads turn.

However, whispers chased her like shadows, and giggles echoed from corners where faces turned away too quickly.

She frowned, holding her chin higher. Even if things were bad, they wouldn’t dare confront her. But then it came. A girl bumped into her and spilled water down her front.

”Sorry, it was an accident,” the girl said with a mocking smile.

”You bitch! Don’t you dare do that to me!” Karen screamed, but her tormentor didn’t feel intimidated.

”Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” a man asked, stepping between the two girls.

”I will...” Her voice slowly faded as she stared up at the large man.

Karen heard a sharp laugh from behind. Soon, everyone in the hallway was mocking her.

She froze.

The laughter grew, multiplying, bouncing off the lockers like cruel music. Her chest tightened. No one had ever spoken to her that way before. No one had ever dared. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t untouchable. She wasn’t above them.

She tried to push through, but a shoulder knocked her back against the lockers.

And this was just the beginning.

Once everyone realized she had no power to retaliate, the bullying grew even worse.

Every day was hell. After all, there was no shortage of people who held a grudge against Karen and wanted revenge.

It soon reached a point where she couldn’t bear to go to university anymore.

The problem was that her home was also a living hell. Every day, she heard her mother moan loudly as she obediently catered to Liam’s every desire. Karen could barely recognize that woman anymore.

And to make things worse, Liam somehow drove her crazy with desire.

After Eric had broken up with her, she had refused to see any other men. There were still suitors, but she didn’t want just anyone; she wanted someone incredible who would make everyone jealous.

But no man like that was interested in her now that she was at rock bottom. So, all that was left for her was to torment herself, masturbating desperately as her life was consumed by erotic moans.

Unable to take it anymore, she decided to run away to Sophia’s house. After all, her only friend was the only thing she had left.

Karen truly felt her mind was on the verge of breaking, and more than ever, she needed someone’s support. She needed someone to praise her and rebuild her shattered ego.

And for a few days, Sophia pretended to be that person. Until it all fell apart. Karen heard muffled sounds that were all too familiar... they sounded like stifled moans.

Her heart clenched as she remembered the day she discovered her mother had become Liam’s plaything.

But the same thing couldn’t be happening again, could it?

Sophia would never give in to that man, right?

With hesitant steps, she walked to her ’best friend’s’ bedroom. As she got closer, she could smell a powerful, masculine scent filling her nostrils.

The sound of muffled moans echoed, mixed with the rhythmic creaking of the bed... Trying to deny reality, Karen approached the room where it was all happening.

As if by coincidence, the door was slightly ajar, almost as if it was waiting for the moment she would come to peek.

Unable to resist her curiosity and feeling a mix of terror and desire, she moved closer to observe what was happening inside.

Karen’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold dread and a feverish heat warring within her, as she saw what was truly happening.

Through the crack, the scene unfolded like a nightmare painted in the vivid colors of depravity.

There, on Sophia’s pristine bed, were the two women she had thought she knew. Her best friend, Sophia, was on her hands and knees, her back arched deeply. Her face was buried in the pillows, but her desperate, muffled pleas were unmistakable.

”Please... please, I need it! Fill me up, I’ve been so good! Feel this honey slut’s pussy with your hot seed. Please, master!”

And behind her, driving into her with a powerful, relentless rhythm, was Liam. His muscular back glistened with sweat, each thrust rocking the entire bedframe, producing the rhythmic creak that had drawn Karen here.

But it was the other figure that made Karen’s world tilt on its axis. On her knees beside the bed, wearing a lace negligee, Karen recognized as Sophia’s mother, it was Charlotte.

How could this be happening? How could both women accept it?

Charlotte’s eyes were glazed with lust, her fingers desperately circling her own clit as she watched her daughter being ravaged.

”Fuck, you really are destroying my daughter’s pussy, horny boy,” Charlotte moaned, her voice a husky whisper. ”She’s so greedy for it. But take me next, Liam, please? Your slut mommy needs her reward. I need to feel your cum inside me too. I’ll beg for it, I will... please, let me taste your huge cock..”

Liam chuckled, a low, dark sound of absolute control. He didn’t even look at Charlotte, his focus entirely on the body beneath him. ”You’ll get your turn when I decide you’ve earned it. Now be quiet and watch.”

”Yes, Sir,” and obeyed, her submission so complete it was terrifying.

In truth, they were making a submission play, and it was Charlotte’s idea. Normally, Liam would be more gentle; he didn’t like leaving his girls unsatisfied.

Sophia cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy being stifled by the mattress. ”I’m gonna... oh god, don’t stop! Claim me! Please!”

This wasn’t the slop sex Karen was used to. Liam’s cock was way bigger, and he pounded his girls with such strength. He was a real man fucking, and his girls looked so happy.

This was raw, animalistic fucking. It was a complete and total surrender. They weren’t just having sex with him; they were worshipping him, competing for his attention, begging for his release like it was the most precious gift in the world.

But she couldn’t just keep watching, then, reacting almost by instinct, she screamed.

”Stop with that!”